A Southern Lady

She was dressed to the nines by eight in the morning
Had the maid finish cleaning and shining by eleven
Cook prepared a luncheon for the garden group by twelve
Pencil skirts and cashmere sweaters flitted around until
Two.

Gossip spread like Grant took Richmond, after martinis
stirred and swallowed by three. Then hugs and cheek kisses
done by four and out the door.

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I smiled when I read Jeanette’s poem. So easy for me to relate to all her well chosen words and imagery. Those days have passed but I remember them well. No question about it, I’m a southern lady and proud of it! And I truly loved this wonderful poem!